Narry One Shots

Vermilion

It's not that Niall's mouth is even that big, or that red, or anything really out of the ordinary but Harry can't seem to stop staring. It all started with something as simple as an ice lolly, it had been strawberry and half melting and Niall had made a mess of his hand while they were standing outside a petrol station this morning. Harry had watched as he licked his fingers clean and went back to sucking on the ice cream, the juice staining his lips a pretty shiny pink that had Harry hooked. He had been fascinated all day by them, how they stretched over his braces and curled into a knowing smile or how they broadened when he laughed or what he looked like with his bottom lip caught under his teeth when he tried to concentrate on Fifa after dinner. How they pinked up when he worried the skin or formed a perfect pout as he texted his mum good night or how he sometimes poked his tongue out because they were starting to get too dry. Somehow that had translated into how they would feel against his own or how they would look stretched around his dick which meant he had been hovering half way hard most of the afternoon.

It's late now though, the sky dark outside the window and only the odd orange street light streaming in when they pass one. The TV is on low but Harry's not really paying attention to it and he has no idea where the other boys have gone - there's only so many places to hide in a tour bus. It had been hot all day, and still is - Harry can feel the back of his shirt sticking to his shoulders and he's sure that he's got sunburn on his nose that's just beginning to itch when Niall slides into the back compartment of the bus, flopping down beside him with a small smile. His arm is hot against his side and pressed entirely too close for the amount of free sofas around the room but Harry doesn't care, he's too busy drinking in the sight of him.

"Can't sleep," he answers Harry's unasked question, curling up beside him and grinning at him shyly. Harry follows his lips, watching how they curve around his smile before flicking his gaze up to meet Niall's curious expression. "I think Liam's having a wank, I can't listen to that shit without wanting to do it too."

Harry nods because his mouth's gone dry and he doesn't need to think about Niall jerking off a few metres away, lip caught between his teeth as he tries to be quiet.

"Is there any beer left?" Niall asks, quirking an eyebrow at a still silent Harry and bending over the arm of the sofa to look for a bottle rolling around the floor. Harry stares at his arse for a moment before he reappears, triumphant grin plastered across his face and two bottles in his hand.

"Here," he murmurs, snuggling in close again and snapping the lids off them with the keyring in his pocket. Harry watches him, swallowing hard as Niall takes a long pull, lips wrapping around the lip of the bottle and the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. They're wet when he takes the bottle away and glisten under the crappy lights in the bus ceiling. Harry wants to lick him.

"Y'alright mate?" Niall asks. "You've gone all quiet."

"I really like your lips." Harry blurts out and closes his eyes nearly immediately after. He hasn't even had a sip of his beer so he can't blame it on the alcohol. His cheeks are flaming but Niall's laughing good naturedly and he can feel his hand on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"My lips?" He asks once Harry's opened his eyes and drained half his bottle. Harry nods and can feel his own lips quirk into a smile because his heart has calmed down a beat and Niall hasn't ran to tell Louis what he said. Yet.

"Yeah," Harry mumbles around the top of his bottle, gulping at the rest of it before setting it back onto the floor. "They're nice. I've been thinking about them all day."

Niall laughs again, throwing his head back and stretching out his neck. Harry nearly swoons because he opens his mouth out wide and properly laughs towards the ceiling.